The airy
conflict ofttimes was renew'd,
Then blinded by a dazzling glow I stood.
Ere long an
inwardimpulse prompted me
A hasty glance with
boldness round to throw;
At first mine eyes had scarcely strength to see,
For all around appear'd to burn and glow.
Then saw I, on the clouds borne gracefully,
A
godlike woman hov'ring to and fro.
In life I ne'er had seen a form so fair--
She gazed at me, and still she hover'd there.
"Dost thou not know me?" were the words she said
In tones where love and faith were
sweetly bound;
"Knowest thou not Her who
oftentimes hath shed
The purest balsam in each
earthly wound?
Thou knows't me well; thy panting heart I led
To join me in a bond with
rapture crown'd.
Did I not see thee, when a stripling, yearning
To
welcome me with tears, heartfelt and burning?"
"Yes!" I exclaim'd,
whilst,
overcome with joy,
I sank to earth; "I long have worshipp'd thee;
Thou gav'st me rest, when passions rack'd the boy,
Pervading ev'ry limb unceasingly;
Thy heav'nly pinions thou didst then employ
The scorching sunbeams to ward off from me.
From thee alone Earth's fairest gifts I gain'd,
Through thee alone, true bliss can be obtain'd.
"Thy name I know not; yet I hear thee nam'd
By many a one who boasts thee as his own;
Each eye believes that tow'rd thy form 'tis aim'd,
Yet to most eyes thy rays are anguish-sown.
Ah!
whilst I err'd, full many a friend I claim'd,
Now that I know thee, I am left alone;
With but myself can I my
rapture share,
I needs must veil and hide thy
radiance fair.
She smiled, and answering said: "Thou see'st how wise,
How
prudent 'twas but little to unveil!
Scarce from the clumsiest cheat are clear'd thine eyes,
Scarce hast thou strength thy
childish bars to scale,
When thou dost rank thee 'mongst the deities,
And so man's duties to perform would'st fail!
How dost thou
differ from all other men?
Live with the world in peace, and know thee then!"
"Oh,
pardon me," I cried, "I meant it well:
Not
vainly did'st thou bless mine eyes with light;
For in my blood glad aspirations swell,
The value of thy gifts I know aright!
Those treasures in my breast for others dwell,
The buried pound no more I'll hide from sight.
Why did I seek the road so anxiously,
If
hidden from my brethren 'twere to be?"
And as I answer'd, tow'rd me turn'd her face,
With kindly
sympathy, that god-like one;
Within her eye full
plainly could I trace
What I had fail'd in, and what
rightly done.
She smiled, and cured me with that smile's sweet grace,
To new-born joys my spirit soar'd anon;
With
inward confidence I now could dare
To draw yet closer, and observe her there.
Through the light cloud she then stretch'd forth her hand,
As if to bid the streaky vapour fly:
At once it seemed to yield to her command,
Contracted, and no mist then met mine eye.
My glance once more survey'd the smiling land,
Unclouded and
serene appear'd the sky.
Nought but a veil of purest white she held,
And round her in a thousand folds it swell'd.
"I know thee, and I know thy wav'ring will.
I know the good that lives and glows in thee!"--
Thus spake she, and
methinks I hear her still--
"The prize long destined, now receive from me;
That blest one will be safe from ev'ry ill,
Who takes this gift with soul of purity,--"
The veil of Minstrelsy from Truth's own hand,
Of
sunlight and of morn's sweet
fragrance plann'd.
"And when thou and thy friends at
fierce noon-day
Are parched with heat, straight cast it in the air!
Then Zephyr's cooling
breath will round you play,
Distilling balm and flowers' sweet
incense there;
The tones of
earthly woe will die away,
The grave become a bed of clouds so fair,
To sing to rest life's billows will be seen,
The day be lovely, and the night
serene."--
Come, then, my friends! and whensoe'er ye find
Upon your way increase life's heavy load;
If by fresh-waken'd blessings flowers are twin'd
Around your path, and golden fruits bestow'd,
We'll seek the coming day with
joyous mind!
Thus blest, we'll live, thus
wander on our road
And when our grandsons sorrow o'er our tomb,
Our love, to glad their bosoms, still shall bloom.
SONGS.
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Late resounds the early strain;
Weal and woe in song remain.
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SOUND, SWEET SONG.
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land,
Sighing
softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to
glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.
1820.*
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* In the cases in which the date is marked thus (*), it
signifies the original date of publication--the year of
composition not being known. In other cases, the date given is
that of the
actualcomposition. All the poems are arranged in the
order of the recognised German editions.
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TO THE KIND READER.
No one talks more than a Poet;
Fain he'd have the people know it.
Praise or blame he ever loves;
None in prose
confess an error,
Yet we do so, void of terror,
In the Muses' silent groves.
What I err'd in, what corrected,
What I suffer'd, what effected,
To this
wreath as flow'rs belong;
For the aged, and the
youthful,
And the
vicious, and the truthful,
All are fair when viewed in song.
1800.*
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THE NEW AMADIS.
IN my boyhood's days so drear
I was kept confined;
There I sat for many a year,
All alone I pined,
As within the womb.
Yet thou drov'st away my gloom,
Golden phantasy!
I became a hero true,
Like the Prince Pipi,
And the world roam'd through,
Many a
crystal palace built,
Crush'd them with like art,
And the Dragon's life-blood spilt
With my glitt'ring dart.
Yes! I was a man!
Next I formed the
knightly plan
Princess Fish to free;
She was much too complaisant,
Kindly
welcomed me,--
And I was gallant.
Heav'nly bread her kisses proved,
Glowing as the wine;
Almost unto death I loved.
Sun-s appeared to shine
In her dazzling charms.
Who hath torn her from mine arms?
Could no magic band
Make her in her
flight delay?
Say, where now her land?
Where, alas, the way?
1775.*
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WHEN THE FOX DIES, HIS SKIN COUNTS.*
(* The name of a game, known in English as "Jack's alight.")
WE young people in the shade
Sat one
sultry day;
Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"
With us sought to play.
Each one of my friends then sat
By his
mistress dear;
Cupid, blowing out the torch,
Said: "The taper's here!"
Then we quickly sent around
The expiring brand;
Each one put it hastily
ln his neighbour's hand.
Dorilis then gave it me,
With a scoffing jest;
Sudden into flame it broke,
By my fingers press'd.
And it singed my eyes and face,
Set my breast on fire;
Then above my head the blaze
Mounted ever higher.
Vain I sought to put it out;
Ever burned the flame;
Stead of dying, soon the Fox
Livelier still became.
1770.
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THE HEATHROSE.
ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied,
Heathrose fair and tender,
All array'd in
youthful pride,--
Quickly to the spot he hied,
Ravished by her splendour.
Rosebud,
rosebud,
rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Said the boy, "I'll now pick thee,
Heathrose fair and tender!"
Said the
rosebud, "I'll prick thee,
So that thou'lt remember me,
Ne'er will I surrender!"
Rosebud,
rosebud,
rosebud red,